C102

In a common classroom at Baroque Academy.

"Boom …" Boom … "Boom …"

There was a blinding flash from the classroom, followed by an intense explosion.

After a long time, the explosion finally stopped. The classroom was a mess, the walls were scorched black, the desks were lying on the floor, and some small flames were still burning, as if the entire classroom had gone through a huge battle.

In the middle of the classroom stood a group of about a dozen students. They were all seniors, and the one leading them was surprisingly Frances.

In front of them lay a large group of freshmen, lying in disorder. After experiencing the great war, their bodies were covered with wounds, and they let out weak moans on the ground.

"These freshmen are so pitifully weak …" An old student from Fresno laughed, "With such strength, he actually dares to fight with us, he's really reckless …"

"Don't you think so? "Boss Fresno!" the old student said to Frances, pointing to the new student on the floor.

Frances was submissive in front of Khafir, but in front of the older students, she began to show her might. Strength, yes, only strength could be respected.

Frances' strength could not compare to Khafir's, but in front of the older students, he was a first-class expert. His strength had reached at least the advanced fourth level.

Frances chuckled and put the magic staff back into his space bag. Smiling, he said, "Not bad, it seems like this year's new students, the Freshmen King of the Tajik brothers, are also only this much. This kind of strength is really disappointing. It seems like the rumors are not to be trusted …"

Lying on the ground, the two new students, Tajik and Tanak, were specially recruited students for Barovacs Academy this year. They were both mages, their eldest being a water mage and the second being a fire mage.

When they were their own bosses, they did not even bother selling off their seniors. Due to their high level of strength, ordinary seniors were not their match, and it was worth noting that most of the seniors were at the intermediate level, while the ones at the high level were relatively small. Even the ones at the peak of the high level, such as Shaya Haivers, were extremely rare.

The Tajik brothers were lying on the cold ground. Their faces were swollen like a pig's head, and they let out occasional groans. It seemed that they had been severely beaten.

One of the older students laughed as he approached Tajik and stretched out his leg to kick him, "Get up, get up, aren't you two brothers the best at fighting? "Why is he lying on the ground like a dog …" As he said that, he grabbed Tajik by his hair, lifted his body up, and said with a smile, "Hehe, Tajik, I haven't done anything yet! "You just fell down, how boring …"

The older student was at the peak of the intermediate level, far inferior to the Tajik brothers. If he were to face the Tajik brothers alone, he would probably wet his pants.

From then on, they had to obey the orders of their listeners, so the rebellious Ta brothers naturally didn't care. Although there were more than a hundred new students, most of them were at the Apprentice level, a small number of them were at the Beginner level, and they were no match for a bunch of older students with at least the Intermediate level of strength. Very quickly, they were beaten into disarray, and although the Tajik brothers were strong, their opponent had an even more powerful and experienced battle ability.

He groaned, and said in a broken voice, "You. You. In the end … He wanted to … F * ck … "What?"

"What do you want?" Frances laughed, "Our boss Haifis wants to unify Barofax Academy and become the boss of the entire academy. The ones who refuse to submit are the ones who end up like you, becoming the stepping stone of our boss …"

Tajik laughed with difficulty, "So it's... Khafir, heh heh... We brothers. Admit that it isn't …. His opponent … But … He wanted to do it … The academy... Chief … Dream on! "

Frances' face sank, "The boss' strength is not something that you guys can talk about. Just say it straightforwardly. What is your choice? Do you accept it or not?"

"F * ck!" Tajik's younger brother, Tanak, got up, spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed, "Frances, so what if we can't accept it? "If you have the guts, beat us to death..."

The older student next to Frances was enraged. He laughed sinisterly, "Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish..." As he spoke, his fist shimmered with blue ripples, ready to strike.

"Stop..."

Frances stopped him with a smile, "Stop hitting them, they will really die if we keep hitting them. We are students of the academy, we can fight, but we can't kill …"

The old student bitterly stopped his hand.

Frances glanced at Tanak and smiled, "Brother Tajikistan, since you guys are unwilling, then I have nothing to say to you. I hope you guys will take care of yourselves …"

Hearing this, Tajik's heart sank. He understood the meaning of the words' be good '. This did not mean that these people would let them go, but would only come back after they had healed themselves, until they were convinced that Khafir was their boss.

"Let's go!" Frances stood up, looked back at the room with a contemptuous glance, and turned to leave.

"Boss Tajikistan, these people are too despicable. We cannot submit to them …" A freshman climbed to his feet and wiped the blood off his face with a furious expression.

"Yeah, big brother, if I really submit to them, I won't take it lying down!" The younger brother, Tanak, sat up, indignant. They are twins and look very much like each other

"Ai!" They had always been enveloped in the halo of a genius within their family. At the age of seventeen, they had become advanced mages, but in Baroque Academy, there were too many geniuses like this.

He shook his head. "Tanak, it's no use, they'll come and fight until we submit …"

That sentence caused all the freshmen to turn silent. That's right, without strength, they would only be humiliated by others. Although they wouldn't kill anyone, how could the other freshmen withstand such pain? Moreover, this was a double humiliation for the freshmen. Again and again, the strong sense of failure caused them to feel depressed.

"This... Could it be that the academy doesn't care about this matter? " A freshman said timidly.

Tajik shook his head, "As far as I know, as long as we don't kill people, the academy will not care. They will even allow students to fight with each other …"

Tanaka was stunned. "In that case, unless our power increases dramatically, we won't have a choice?"

"Yes!" Tajik said flatly. He spat out a sentence, "Transfer!"

"Transfer classes?" Tanak smiled. "Where to? Xianglong Academy? Isn't that the same? "

"Let the priest heal the injured brothers first. As for the rest, I will think about it carefully!"

… ….

From that day onwards, the Baroque Academy, which had been quiet for a long time, was in an uproar once again. There were sounds of fighting everywhere within the academy, and then Khafir began his movements. His undisguised ambition was exposed to all of the students present. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

It wasn't just the freshmen who were being beaten, even some of the older students couldn't bear the impact.

"Senior Mi Mi was severely injured and is currently being treated in the academy's treatment room …"

"Senior Excalibur was severely injured. I heard that it was Khafir himself who acted …"

"Who was that? Frances beat him half to death..."

Everyone in the academy was panic-stricken. Whether they were old or new, these people were all worried that Haifis' men would arrive in front of them and force them to submit. If they said no, they would immediately start fighting.

Many of the freshmen had no choice at all, and the wiser seniors tactfully made the right choice.

Goethe was strolling along the tree-lined path of the Palovax Academy, a grimoire under her arm, borrowed from the Institute's library, and she was rushing back excitedly.

"You are Goethe?" At this moment, an unfriendly voice sounded and stopped her. It was a fiery-haired girl. Other than her, there were a few others who looked like senior sisters. They surrounded her in a semicircle.

She took a step back and asked, "Who are you?"

The fiery-haired girl sized up Goethe from head to toe, and proudly smiled, "To be so attractive at only thirteen years of age, you must be the right person …"

"I am Yichara!" The red-haired girl said.

"What do you want?"

She knew that Highfield liked her, and this time he was specifically here to cause trouble for her.

She smiled and scolded, "Goethe, how dare you steal from me? Senior sisters, give her a good beating for me and vent my anger … "

"Alright!" A few ungood-looking older girls rolled up their sleeves. Their bodies radiated with all sorts of elemental energy, and their professions were all different. There were Warriors, Mages, Thieves, and so on.

"You … "You all..." Goethe's eyes widened, and a giant fireball flew at her. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.